Untitled -- 8.2.2003

dead to the world of dreams and sleep, dead to rights and dead to weep, too dead to feel too dead to care, i no longer breath in this air ... dead, dead to it all

i need my sleep and dreams and hopes, but what can i do with what i have, so little so small so hard so cold, can my heart ever beat again, will it sing the sweet song of love, will i ever feel again

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